Christian Romance Authors Mga Nobela at Kwento

Carina lay in bed, her body already aroused from the hours she had spent reading the erotic novel she had recently brought. Feeling the dampness between her thighs as she read the passionate sex between the leads, she closed her eyes and let out a soft moan imagining what it would be like to be the female lead. She ended the book at the point where the male lead let out a lewd growl as he cummed inside the female lead’s hole.

He asked and Mishka’s eyes quickly snapped back at him. “N-no, why?” “I love her books! Snowdrop Publications publishes her books, and every time I went to her book launches, they always said she likes to keep her identity hidden. Scarlet’s first book was an inspirational story, and you know what? It helped me a lot to deal with problems.” Christian stated. Mishka stared at him. “No, I don’t know any Author Scarlet, but I’d love to read her books now.” She said. Christian smiled. “Sure. I’ve all her books.” He said and Mishka glanced at her wristwatch with a worried face.

When mama died, I stopped going to church because as we grew up, my brother and I, papa became busier and busier and the less he went to church. Nowadays, he only goes during Easter and Christmas and maybe when he is going for confession. My step mother isn't a religious woman but she is the best. I wonder how she made my dad fall for her being strict as he is. Anyway, I'm glad they met and they are in love. Mama and my little brother died in a car accident and papa and I remained and we became each other's encouragement and family. That was until papa started dating again. He told me that it was a woman who, like him, had lost her husband and also had a child. I was happy for him and I even

My foot brushed his leg under the blanket and I left it there, toes tracing lightly along his calf. “Because right now, with you looking at me like this, I don’t feel like the heartbroken ex. I feel seen. And yeah, a little turned on if I’m being honest.” Dante’s jaw flexed but he didn’t pull back. Instead his hand came down on my ankle, thumb stroking slow circles on my skin. The touch sent sparks straight up to my aching cunt. “Careful with words like that, Riley. You’re beautiful, raw, and sitting here in my cabin after everything… it’s stirring up things I shouldn’t be thinking about my son’s girl.”

I could feel his presence at my back—tall, warm, the faint rustle of his cassock as he moved closer. I kept reading, line after line about denying the body, about offering suffering to God, about the dangers of self-indulgence. My voice shook on the parts about “touching oneself in secret” and “fantasies that defile the soul.” By the time I reached the end of the first page I was breathing faster, nipples tight against my dress, the ache between my legs worse than it had been all day. Father Chris stepped around the table so I could see him. He leaned down, one hand resting on the open book, the other hanging loose at his side. His eyes locked on mine.

"I know I would." Of that, Faith had no doubt. She put the towel down and thought about it. Audrey watched the bookstore on the weekends for Selby, so there really wasn't a good reason not to do it. Faith left the towel on the counter and walked over to her husband, her hands sliding around his waist as she kissed his neck. "Why not? Romantic and spontaneous. I love it." He kissed her softly on the forehead, his warm lips lingering. "Good. I'll get the car ready while you pack a bag. No nightie needed." He grinned again. "I already assumed, my love."

“Who's Chris Chariton again?” “He is an upcoming writer who is also fast-growing and a best seller,” Amber quickly answered. ”He has two best-selling novels, ‘Love is the Key’ and ‘Without Love’. He is well known for his Romance and Erotica concepts. He is also famously known for his great sense of humour and charm. His sweetness and kindness. And that he knows the right words to say at the right time. His-” Starr cleared her throat, cutting Amber off in the middle of her sentence and also dragging her back from the fantasy world she was about to slip into as she approached the conference room, which was the second largest room on the floor.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

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